After I ended the call with my mom, I decided to get my homework done so I wouldn't have to do any tomorrow. We're going to see that band after practice and I want to have fun without school being in the back of my mind. I might also be doing it right now because I really need a distraction. I can't stop thinking about Harry and that kiss we shared yesterday. Is he thinking about it too?
I'm trying to do Algebra right now but I can't focus on the numbers. I need to relax, I'm all wound up. I walk to the kitchen and fill the kettle up with water before putting it on the stove. I grab a tea packet out of the cupboard and wait for the water to heat up. I'm not a big coffee drinker but I do love tea.
I wonder what Harry is doing right now. Does he live in a apartment like this? Does he like tea? There's so many things I want to know about him. His fears, his dreams...his past. I crave to know every part of him and that's scary because to know every part of him, I have to let him see every part of me. I've never given everything to someone. Jacob was different, I thought I loved him but I always had this voice in the back of my mind holding me back. Now I know why I could never have an orgasm with him...I didn't trust him.
I trust Harry more than I ever did Jacob and I just met him. The power he has over me is insane and it makes me think of his past. He never stays with one woman and I really don't know what makes me any different than the rest of them. I need to guard my heart because I don't want any more drama. I came to California for a fresh start, to get away from what happened with Jacob last year.
The kettle starts whistling loudly so I slide it off the burner. After making my green tea, I sit back down at my desk and try to focus. Eventually I get some work done and then decide that's good enough. After changing and giving myself a pep talk, I leave the apartment to go look for a job.
I wrote out a list of places that are hiring and I'm gonna try to hit up each one to find what I'm looking for. The first place on my list is actually Sam's, the bar we went to last Saturday night when I met Harry. It turns into a restaurant during the day and then into a bar at night. Either way, I can probably make great tips if it's normally as busy as it was that night. They posted on Facebook "Help wanted. Looking for a server/bartender".
The August air is warm on my skin and I'm glad I decided to wear jeans and a blue silk tank top. It's 2 o'clock when I step inside Sam's and I'm hoping they're not too busy. I see some tables filled with people eating and socializing but it looks like I came at the perfect time.
"Hi welcome to Sam's! How many?" A woman that looks to be in her 40's greets me. She has long red hair and I notice she's not wearing a uniform. I guess they aren't that strict here.
"Hi." I give her my best smile. "I'm actually not here to eat. I saw on Facebook that you guys are hiring."
The woman was bending down about to pull out menus from the side of a short podium when she quickly jolts up after hearing me.
"You saw the post?" She looks very happy. "Thank god I didn't know if anyone would see it." Her hand reaches out to me. "I'm Sam."
Sam? As in the owner of this place? I don't know why I thought Sam would be a guy. I make a mental note to never be sexist again.
I take her hand and shake it vigorously. "Sam hi...I'm Violet. So you own this place?"
"Yep for almost ten years now." Sam lets go of my hand and then motions behind her. "Lets go back to my office and chat."
"Great thank you." I follow her red hair past the bar and into a long hallway. We walk all the way to the door at the end and she welcomes me in.
"Take a seat girl." Sam smiles at me. "And don't be nervous, I'm not one of those mean dictator bosses. I'm a cool boss."

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Storm [H.S.]
Любовные романы"He tastes like cherry and everything I've ever wanted." She was excited for a fresh start but she didn't know there was a storm coming. Starting her freshman year at the University of California, Violet wants to leave behind what happened last year...